Break-O-Day

Friday 24th June 645 in the evening. I lay on the front hull of my black stead in vest and slack. Literally, slack. Overhead, the clouds were a grey mass and the gentle wind blew it in a northerly direction. On my right, to the west, the sun was setting. As it slowly inched towards the horizon, its rays turned into a deep orange which reflected against the grey clouds, forming a beautiful artwork of colours in the sky. All around me, Jurong Camp was quiet. I remember thinking, life has never been this peaceful. There is nothing to worry about, nothing to stress over, nothing to speand a penny of thought on. A stark contrast of feelings compared to how I was the night before. I tried to sleep, but too much a sleep in the earlier afternoon had me flow into imaginations instead. I imagined what it would be like the day after, imagine what shes like now far away, imagined my future ahead. It all felt...perfect. Soon, the sun was all gone and the low loading had yet to begin for any of us. The Combat engineers left first and so I continued with my little slacking on the BX. Before I knew it, the moon had replaced the evening sun. Had not seen a moon rise in a long time. Somehow the moon always seem larger when it just start to rise and for the same scientific reasons, it appears deep orange like a setting sun. Had I had a camera, I would have taked a hundred shorts of it and sent her the nicest looking one. The night was long and lowloading for me was at 11. when I reached Kallang, Pang was flooding my phone with SMSes and calls. Somehow rushing me, somehow I felt pissed. Must be the tiredness of a long day setting in. Had a cup of ice Mocha at the cafepub there. Opted against alcohol because Pang and me were getting scared already. Adopted the stop at one policy for BBQ night beers and the coffee or tea policy for chill out moments. One other reason we visited the pub was to check out the cute girl there Cheemeng and Joseph have been talking about. *Sip on my baybreezer* As describe, she is really quite young and ba ba. Cheemeng's type. For the uninitiated, Cheemeng is my Sect Comdr. Cheemeng the Ah meng. Haha....moooolllleeeee is the nickname the man have given him.
Went back to my stead to settle for the night, only to realise to my greatest horror that I am not there for a relaxing night. I was there to fight a delay mission with 3rd Div Kallang Mosquitoes. What the F***. I changed position at least six times, alternating betweent the BX hull and the stuffy trooper compartment of my 40/50. Everywhere I go, there is a combat team of mosquitoes. The artillery guys alongside us from 21SA were suffering the defeat of the same warfare...against mosquitoes. I drew out my defence stores, got into my long four and cover my face with my camo scarf. For once the biting on the face stopped but the buzzing of the mosquitoes just got more scary when they circled my face. Soon they dashed for the undefended warmth of my wrist and palm. An hour later, my palms were sp tattered with mosquito bites it was hurting. Damn the bugs. I wanted to go get my gloves but the samage has been done so I decided to retaliate. Woke up to kill as many mosquitoes as I could. Trust me, its worst than outfield. If you think Murai Open Patch at LCK have the strongest mosquitoes size force, you thought wrong. Try kallang KFC car park.
Saturday. The day for NDP rehearsal. Two runs promised. Hours of waiting time speculated. Heavy publicity expected. It all went as plans. Everywhere the BX convoy went, people waved at us. Some changed the lens of their camera to have a nicer shot. Others simply took out their handphones for a video or still shot. Kids stared and waved. Babes marveled at us. We felt like heroes!!! As usual, joseph and cheemeng were engrossed with kua cai and I join in of course. This hot eurasian babe in hot pants and tight fitting top caught great stares from us when she came out of singapore recreation club. Bending over to change into slippers beside us, her sleek long legs had us loose focus on the job at hand. Gosh. She is DAMN HOT. Wasn't the only one, there were just so many babes trying to get a picture of us, the Black Knights on Steads.

We felt proud. We felt like Heroes. We felt like Singaporeans. The burnt weekends were all worth it.

The rehearsals will go on at 1 and 6 pm every saturday, the evening run being the more spectecular one because the airforce will be joining in. After the afterburners crackle the skys, listen carefully to the rolling in of heavy armour.

NDP rocks.

From Russia With Love

For those who have been thinking about the previous abrupt blog entry, let me announce that I manage to get back what is rightfully mine through words of a forceful mind. Here I am on a lonely thursday night, typing away with a heart of dismay... ... why? My future seems bleak...again.

For one, I have heard news from the relevant authorities that they do not consider me as a suitable candidate for the SMU scholarship. In effect, that means that 5K a year is gone and all the saving plans I have made earlier on is...poof...down the drain. That 20K isn't all that matters to me really, rather the emotional setback is whats giving me a real kick in the ass. Am I simply "not there" ? Pwee... Psc was a tough one so being rejected was fine. Firefly was a stunner. Home affairs was a disappointment and now even SMU scholarship have had been deemed "not qualified", gosh. I find only myself o blame for just being "not there"... Was seriously condiering retaking SAT1 because I believe thats the veto factor that I am lacking.

Yet, on a positive light, its when this kind of things happen that I realise my strength. Probably the only thing I have in me that has made me what I am today. Fighting Spirit and words from a wise man "Taking longer and tougher routes will still lead you to your destination, just that you get to learn more and see greater things." Honestly, I see myself emerging triumphant with effort. Afterall, theres no point comparing. People tend to make comparison with those that are better, higher, greater. All that they get out of it is negative feelings and some willow in pathetic self-pity. Stand up, be a man and learn that one needs to be positive to be able to look at what he wants and not what he have failed to get. With a clenched fist raised high up above your head, say "I"

Hmm...speaking of victories, it reminds me of the skill at arms competition between the various companies today. My section emerged first for both drills we were involved in. Then, when the competitors failed to meet ATEC standards for the camo drill, my section was again called - all of a sudden, with no preparation. we went up the BX and we did it. First! Its not me that brought us the 3 victories, but the combined effort of all my man and my KB Sect Commdr that did us proud. Because WE are that good. That Good!

Some should know the sad and frustrating story of my driver giving my NDP vehicle a terrible painting. While I desperately tried to remedy the situation with some thinner it got worst and my vehicle's hull wa "gone f**k". After days of desperately trying to get the correct paint colour and painting technique - cos its sprayed on, not painted - I finally got it a decent makeover. Haiz. Gone case la.

And so, poor me will be going back to camp in an hours time because I am DS tomorrow morning. After which I will be doing some low loading of Vehicle to Padang. Then I will sleep there, in my vehicle until the morning when there will be some formal rehearsal. Some roads will be closed for Armour to ROLL IN. When it all "ends", we will low load the vehicles back overnight and hopefully get to book out on Sunday morning. Probably grab some nap before I go for class gathering in the evening. Will book in straight after that I guess. Haiz....Sad life ah...

No time to go to heeren to shop for clothes and accessories...
No new business contacts and potential clients...
No chance to sleep on my bed for 2 weeks...
No chance to go and watch movie...
No 20K over 4 years and free laptop from SMU...
What I have....NDP participation...don't even have "preview" tickets...

Haiz....

Haiz...

Some matters are heart are simply difficult to articulate, or even be put down in words. Many times, it only express itself as a word of sigh~

Just woke up so my attitude is kinda F**ked. But my mind seems more awake then I was. Now that I recall what I just did, I feel like hitting myself in the nuts with a 12lb hammer. Was I so stupid as to give her the money again? The money didn't matter as addition to my coffer. I have considered it to be non-existent since months ago. And when she returned me the money las weekend, I knew it would come to this. That she will ask for it again. Fucking gamble with it again. I had planned on giving 500 of it to my sister so she can secretly open a bank account and finally have some decent savings. Now its gone. Why was I so stupid to be honest when all I had to do was to say that I have already banked in the money. Fuck. I am seriously quite pissed.

Heading off for father's day dinner now. Speaking of which, I can't even lift some 50 bucks to treat my dad. haiz.
I am off for now. Come back to blog again later before I book in.
JB.

Rick Price - Heaven Knows

This song does set me aching....

She’s always on my mind
From the time I wake up
’til I close my eyes
She’s everywhere I go
She’s all I know
And though she’s so far away
It just keeps gettin’ stronger everyday
And even now she’s gone
I’m still holding on
So tell me where do I start
’Cause it’s breaking my heart
Don’t wanna let her go

Maybe my love will come back some day
Only heaven knows
And maybe our hearts will find a way
Only heaven knows
And all I can do is hope and pray
’Cause heaven knows

My friends keep tellin’ me
That if you really love her
You’ve gotta set her free
And if she returns in kind
I’ll know she’s mine
So tell me where do I start
’Cause it’s breakin’ my heart
Don’t wanna let her go

Why I live in despair
’Cause wide awake or dreaming
I know she’s never there
And all this time I act so brave
I’m shaking inside
Why does it hurt me so

Heaven knows
Heaven knows

The Italian Job

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Thats an Italian job. Instead of whip cream, I used Ice Cream. Was suppossed to have a layering effectbut I poured the Blackcurrant squash too fast. Its a kinda strong drink even after I halved the liquor porportions. If you don't think it tastes like cough drops, this is how its taste like. A tad sweet, sour and a strong alcoholic smell in the backdrop. So its air-con, Italian Job, Hor Fun and lush music for a relaxing saturday night. But...heh..my sisters came in to add more lift and virgo then peace. Haha.

It was NDP rehearsal again today. Only thing is that its the last one at tuas. Will be moving over to suntec. Then, some quite major roads will be blocked off for us. Cool. Members from all walks of the media community flooded to Tuas Link today to cover the "Special Report" on the NDP rehearsal. Bet they don't understand how siong it is to be under the swealtering sun for hours on ends with camoflage painted on our face and CVC helmet straped tightly across our scalp. Well did well though. I am gonna bring icebox and beer next week.

The past week went by real fast with outfield. The nights just zoom pass my senses each day. Remember that I had a fever and was deciding at the cross-roads of my great dilemma. Well. Eventually, I tong through the fours days. If people can tong through JCC with fever, I can sure tong four days armour outfield. Actually, I was feeling faint when we started to move out on monday. Plus it was windless and the sun was a bad curse. I swear I almost collapsed and the only thing that kept me standing was water and water...well mentols the freshmaker kept me from dying too. Haha. Setting the Camo net that day was really really a nutcase and I lie flat on the hull the moment its done.

The rest of the days outfield were so so till the last day when we fought delay. BC that cock scolded me a bastard!!! Maggot. Now I wonder why I never seow gan with him on the spot that day. Me your father tried my very best to do what OC said. I wore my CVC helmet the whole night after the TTR time. Even when i took it off i wore my Kevlar helmet. Thats while everyone else is sleeping. Just so suay they had to change frequency when I dosed off. BC must be real dump. If he can't get me on the new freq, why can't he just change back to the old one and get me? And of cos I cannot hear his whinny shouts. Mind you .SIR. I was wearing my CVC helmet and manning the radio, of cos I can't hear you. Dosed off standing. Thats the best I can do already, what do you expect me to do, take pills? or pee on my camo scarf and tie it around my face to keep myself awake. Had I known that, I should have just everything off, l;ie on the hull and sleep. Either way I am gonna get scolded. Neh! I am pissed.

Anyway, I heard from guanyi that he reads my blog. And he asked me to come home and write so that he could read. Haha. Feel kinda honoured.

3-quarter back

Not some football player, just a sick little chick recovering with 25 more percent to go. Guess i am left with the additional 0.5 degree celsius and tasteless songue before I can declare myself 100% fine.
If there is any reason why it just have to be today that I recover, I would say its not the medicine. Rather...all the cock ups going on in camp is really... truly... beginning to get on my nerves. If I don't appear in camp tomorrow, I believe 32A will not be moving out...!! Haiz... Uncle Low here woke up 5 in the morning to settle the cvc helmet issue which just came to a close an hour back. Haiz....Can't even rest in peace....R.I.P....when I am trying my best to recover from my fever. Well...now that I am medium-well with my illness, I think I will be going back to camp tonight. Well....honestly...heeh...why would I want to miss the first ever high tempo missions. So...it better be fulfilling. If it turns out that me being the one and only 32A does nothing but vehicle hide under the hot sun...again...gosh...the sun is gonna burn the devils skin. And when the devil get hot......grrrgggg. It better be fun. Seems like my mind is more or less decided. Still, there is my father to convince.
Interestingly, I actually forgot to take my fever medicine just now. I thought I took it already but I only took the antibiotics so I casually forgot. Despite that, my temperature was well maintained. So, my KTG's hypothesis states that I should be FFF by tomorrow morning. Only this is, this time round, I am not gonna let myself sweat like a mad dog and da all the work. Inchik better have sufficient tonners indented.
Ok as usual, before every armour moveout, words of thanks to the people who have been good to me all my life. My sisters... take care.....OC....please don't send me to bobby 1 2 or 3.

Thats about it.

A pathetic state

I am now proned on my bed, in a much pathetic state. Ask me why I am still typing? cos I want to have no regrets. Well...that might be a little too serious a note.Nvm.

This kelvin forsaken fever has really come at a wrong time.Why now, when BPT is just next week. Its putting me in a great dilemma. Haiz...Consider all the words that will be flying around if I am absent from the BPT. For one, Marc will KB, noel will KB. This is gonna put sgt ong in a damn bad position. i don't want that to ever happen. Not to sgt ong. Secondly, 2ic and oc are really gonna be one times pissed. I remember OC saying hat he expects no Att Cs. 2ic is a hard nut to crack. Last bu definitely not the least,how are my man gonna look at this. How am I gonna face my man when they return on thursday evening with camo on. Well.....how? I can choose to go, irregardless of my physical state. There is the fear of the unforgiving sun, merciless rain and the deep of the no sleep nights. I can just imagine the terrible feeling. outfield with a fever running under the hot sun, how would that feel. Who knows what will happen. Its all based on assumptions, ones that are valid. If I recover by tomorrow morning, I will have a day to rest, then outfield on monday should be fine. Yet it seems like everytime before we even move out, I will be soaked in sweat, burning in my fucking coverall. I still remember the previous moveout when I was totally shag out befor the exercise even starts. And the man were still in admin sleeping in their bunk when I was half dead. Something is damn wrong here. The man of Hawk coy are damn spoilt. So should I endure through the 4days3nights and overcome adversity with my fighting spirit? Or should I just be self-fish and care only about my health cos afterall, I will just F off after anoher 8 months. Well...if Noel can be in phuket during the last ex....hmmm.....damn it. I wish I can be fighting fit with a clap.

And yesterday had me enduring quite alot as well. The fever was slight in the morning. But when I was on my way home, I felt like puking. Fuck. The feeling sucks. It always starts with some weird feeling up your esophaegus. Then the sick and weak of the stomach sets in. Then you can't stand properly. I sat at the mrt station for some half and hour and at westmall's exterior for sometime before I could make my way home. Now that I think of it, I swear I am seriously pissed off. The feeling fucking sucks. It must have been damn embarassing. reminds me of what I told Nick Pang when we were damn drunk the last time. What's the point of being dressed so nice when you feel like dirt and behave like a pathetic prick in public. Only this time its virus and not alcohol. Cursed. And I was wearing the same shirt twice. The last last time I wore it, it was a sad an unlucky day as well. I should burn that shirt. NB.

Yesterday, the crepes at citylink sucks so much I felt like puking as well. Only I perserve through eating it. Cannot finish eating....infront of a lady....damn it. Then in all ultimate suayness, I can actually drop the movie ticket. WTF. I can't believe how suay I have been these days. Am I being cursed or something? Fuck la...try me man..make my vehicle overturn la. I challenge fate. I am god. I am Kelvin. NB. Try me. So darn embarassing yesterday. Kaoz...makes me feel even more pissed. And I can't even rest properly tonight cos I gotta book in and prep my bloody vehicle.

My last words, I am greater than greatness, down but not out. I will go outfield...just to challenge fate. I don't believe its so easy to die in this world.

Now anyone can leave comment already...

Haiz...bu yao dui wo na me hao. Its not your duty. Nor am I guilty. Can't explain...just don't.

The longest 24 hrs

The past week has been real tiring. But the past 24hrs is so eventful I guess it shades everything off. This is it...

I went to bed at 7, feeling a tad of sickness. The moment I laid comfortably on bed, my phone started ringing. Turned off my phone and drifted off into dreams almost instantly. Well, not that accurate. I think I was too tired to dream. The next thing I know, my eyes open to some blinding light. The HQ guys were than kind enough to turn off the lights for me. Calvin gave me a pair of panadol which I quickly swallowed...was too tired to even reach for water. Johnson told me I had to prep my vehicle for the day's commander training. Drifted off again. I vaguely remember waking up for at least 6 to 8 times. Thats probably why I could remember my dream. It was a peculiar one and despite the greatly interrupted sleep, the dreamed continued like a book...A sad novel. I dreamt that someone close and dear was dying from a severe illness. Despite the pain, there was no tears. Because I believed the person would leave on. Because I couldn't afford to lose the person. Because there are so many reasons I can't live without the person. In a dreamy state, I found myself thinking. Thinking about what I would do if it really happened. It was about six when I pulled myself out of bed. My head was heavy. My body beared a concoution of feverish feelings. I considered skipping the commander training altogether, but finally decided against it. Went for breakfast at the cookhouse and had to drag my man to come down to draw arms. Felt like killing those guys. They are simply too slack these days. Had it not been for the fever, platoon 10 would have seen hell this morning.

Was suppossed to be ready by 730 in the morning. I was. But as usual, we spent an hour or so waiting for noel to turn up. By then, I was already too sick to feel pissed. Staff steven came to educate us on the Atec Stage 1 standards. He seldomed talks to me and the impression I always hold was that he didn't really like me. Yet, he came up to me today and asked how I was. Asked why I looked so sad. I said I was ok. That 41 is fine. He came up to me again, put his arms around my shoulders and said: Trainee that time you always smiling and joyful, why now look so sad. It was then that I felt greatly touched. I put my arms on him and told him I am happy is 41, but I was running a fever. I really never expected such a gesture from him. The commander training lasted for around 4 hours in the vehicle shed. I swear I thought of falling out and going back to bunk to sleep. That thought surfaced for at least 10 times. And 10 times I decided to perserve and endure. Reason? I don't know too.

Soon as it ended, I went back to bunk and reste for some twenty minutes. Was due to go to Gedong camp for AGTS at 1230. My stomach was growling by then and I remembered how I had no appetite in the morning plus skipped dinner the night before.Dragged myself to the cookhouse and had a 8 minute lunch. Must have been too hungry then. Soon after, I was informed of a BPT briefing due tomorrow at 2pm. What it signified was that my friday off would be burnt...again. In actual fact, I should be on off today. And I have made plans to go out with Juan. But because of some ATEC stage 1 training, my off was pushed to friday. So, with great luck, I managed to get her out on friday instead. Curse be it, I think the situation will be totally screwed up if my friday is burnt as well. Don't wanna "fang ge zhi" on anyone. It ain't nice. Oh and I was feeling better than thanks to a second panadol. The office was cold so I started walking around the Coy line. Both my PC and Rsm was there so I took great efforts to disappear. Least I kanna. There is this tree beside the old medical centre. Under which a few slabs of rock provided a good seat. I found some peace there. The weather was a blessing for once, in a week. It was breezy, cooling and above all it had this sense of serenity. I felt much much better and thought the fever was gone.It was, for the next few hours....

Went to AGTS in kumar's car. I couldn't believe how screwed up things can get when I was rejected entrance because the staffs there claimed my uniform was dirty. Tough luck. I was already feeling screwed about the BPT briefing and this had to happen. With no choice, I went to Emart with dexiang to get kiwi, then went to cut our hair. As usual, AGTS was a cold place. When I left the winter hell, my fingers were totally numb and I couldn't even unbutton my pocket. I was shivering quite alot even on the tonner. It was then that I thought I should put on a strong front infront of my man. Behave like a commander and not a weakass...still I am human....Endure.

The moment I reached camp, I headed off to bed again and decided to f care the redwood's mess function I was suppossed to go. Decided to sleep for an hour plus, wake up at 8 and book out. I curse yself for not turning off my handphone. I got woke up for kelvin knows how many times by numerous calls. Well...they were important calls so...make peace. Told my mother I would be coming home when I wake up. Didn't want her to know I am sick so I can still go out tomorrow. Went I finally woke up, it was 1030. Calvin and Jialiang have already booked in. The rest have left for nights off. They were quite stunt. So I left camp finally at 11 when dad came to pick me up. I think a third panadol attirbute to the feeling better again. Water paraded myself to wash off the temperature. Hope it works...sometime it works.

What a day...doubt everyone will be able to see why. But it was hell of a day. Full of agony, but yet touched by the little actions of people around me. Hope I will be fine the moment I wake up tomorrow so I can go out. Been a long time since I get to go out. My days are just so packed and full of stressful work load. Thanks to NDP.

A break of momentum

...remember how the past weeks have been totally hectic? Finally, there is a proper weekend for me to take a break and relax...

This is how things went since the last time I stopped by my blog...

Saturday night had been booking in early at around 10 to stand in for COS duty. Thats part of me keeping my promise to return Jieren a favour. And so there I was sitting in the comfort of the office, telling every single person who came to sign in the same thing. Then I took some initiative to push the tonner's timing. All in all, it was 1140 when I finally get to go back to my bunk. Yep. Some maggots just have to be late and somehow I pardoned them...hmm...extras will be for real the next time round!

Sunday was NDP rehearsal day. Yeah, it rained again as expected. And rain meant sleeping in the trooper compartment of my 40/50 for a good one hour. Imagine waking up at 5 and when rehearsal only starts at.....11?

Monday was supposed to be a halfday for us involved in NDP but instead we were down at jurong camp again for ye another round of rehearsal because 8 brigade commander was gonna be there. So...suck thumb and endure the lack of sleep again.
Tuesdays, guess what!?Is outfield, and it was a f**king hot day. I think I never sweat as much before. Yup, coverall is a killer especially when the weather is that unforgiving. There is only one way to describe myself. Even before outfield, I was shag-out. The feeling of sweat dripping from your face each time you look at the floor; droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you look up........it simply sucks. It just feels uncomfortable. And that night, I didn't sleep, cos we were suppossed to move out at 0430 wed morning. We missed the no move time, thanks to attched elements who cock up the move out big time. Somehow, I was the only vehicle who had natural camo on. Not that I keh zua...but...I was just following instructions. Somehow the person who instructed me forgot about his own instructions I guess. Isn't it SOP to camo for outfield? Well...it turned out later that OC got one times gaolat gaolat because some vehicles were camo-ed while others not.

Well, on Wednesday, I felt like giving up the fight. It was plain cock. The higher HQ's instructions were screwed, the planning was screwed, the moveout itself was delayed by 1 hr 45 mins due to kelvin-knows-what reasons, the movement and fight was just...FUBAR. I don't know why... Maybe the SM-1 is slow by deafault. Maybe the SM-1s in our company cannot run fast...or maybe the tank PC don't like to chiong. Its a snowball effect. Imagine the first vehicle moving at some 20-30kmph? and the rest of the vehicles don't really open up their distance, and your are the last of 15 vehicles. Gosh. I guess the "aggressive movement" turned out to be some 15 kmph NDP rehearsal. And 2ic wanted us to practice gun-salute outfield...??????
I looked at the way 46 fought their ftx. And I saw the way we fight. Well, I doubt I should even call it a fight. Or maybe its just this outfield? Because in the previous exercises our battles were fought with great enthusiasm and bam bam booms. Haiz...when I went up to T32 alone, I was thinking....haiz...I don't care no more....if this is the way we gonna fight, I rather not.41 Bn Hq is...FUBAR. I guess I should call it..Ex Patience. We spent so much fucking time waiting for Kelvin-knows-what.
Well, thursday morning was Delay. Haiz...had I known that the 31 and 33 elements were happily sleeping, I should have joined in. I was actually desperately trying to keep myself awake from the TTR time. Try try try...haizx...for what man, in the end still kanna scolded also. Haiz.....I sleep also sleep standing at the cupola...wah....still got scolded for being bo ka lan. At least OC recognises the effort there.
So I fianally get to sleep until 1130 this morning. Actually, I woke up for a moment at 830 when an unknown alarm clock went off. I wonder which cockster set the alarm clock. For Fish??? Setting an alarm clock to wake me up???
And worst...after I managed to dash the alarm clock away, some maggots..well..actually they are damn damn smart maggots from NUS high school woke me up. Those maggots talked loudly, shouted, talked some rubbish about me, knock on my door for no reasons, opened my bedroom door and peeped in. Question here: For Fish?? Oi!! You smart KIDS, you know whats discipline, manners and respect!? Maggots
Spent the bulk of the day slacking around at home. Watched we don't live here anymore(finally) which is about modern day adultery and the crude realities of post marriage life. Was watching the vcd when rain tried talking to me on msn. When I realised it, she is gone already...haiz...hope she does not get the wrong idea that I bo ka lan her. ......how to......Spend a great deal of time planning my money management. Guess I gonna put part of my money in Unit trust and in an ocbc account already. The pay off is higher. DBS bank gives pathetic interest man.
Just got back from a nice dinner at glasshouse..yeah..fish and co is always so enjoyable...yum yum...